Without the local library in my neighborhood, I don’t think I would have grown up to be a writer or a teacher.

I learned to dream through reading, learned to create dreams through writing, and learned to develop dreamers through teaching. I shall always be a dreamer.

Teachers must be celebrated for moving civilization from ignorance to enlightenment, from apathy to responsibility.

She talked to me like I was just like any other student, not a kid in a wheelchair.

By the way, there is nothing cute about a pink wheelchair. Pink doesn't change a thing.

I believe in me. And my family does. And Mrs. V. It's the rest of the world I'm not so sure of.

Go ahead and cry, Andy. Don't be afraid of those tears. Sometimes they help to wash the soul clean.